From Your Scalp

We’ve never met, but I sink my teeth in,

trying to hate you but I see that we’re kin

there’s blood on your back I can’t tell if its mine,

we would have been friends if I straightened my spine

I call you brother, covet what you hate,

a fish above water as you lay the bate

You cut and I gather the falling from your scalp,

my jealousy is strange, you’re begging to get out